Molly

Master 4 wants a glass of milk to have with his dinner. We are all refusing to get him one because I want him to finish his dinner first. So, of course, being 4, he goes to get his own. He comes back triumphant, glass of milk held high and proud.

Did you shut the fridge? nods.

Did you put the milk back first? nods.

Did you spill the milk? nods.

Did you clean it up? Shakes his head.

Well – go and clean it up then! He shuffles off drinking his milk. He shuffles back in moments later, trailing a towel and crying into his milk. What happened? He walked in to the door frame. And hit his head. It’s been one of those days.

We laughed. Because we are assholes.

The GD has a hangover. Quite a significant one. I didn’t know where he was until he knew where he was, and that wasn’t until 9am this morning – and by that time I was mad. I’m all for celebrating your friends lifetime commitment to each-other with a good party but when you have a (sleeping, sexy, patient – but don’t rile her) wife and home and no kids you should be getting back to her for alone time, breakfast and stuff, you know what I mean… Before the kids get home.

As it was I spent the night in a fur-child sandwich. I slept with the dutiful dog on one side and Molly Motorhead purring away at top volume on the other. (Don’t worry – I stripped the bed this morning – and I’d like to add that the dog is almost never allowed on the bed, only on change-the-sheets-day really). They couldn’t believe their luck! Normally the bed is too full of children.

The kids spent the night with their Oma and Opa and had a blast, as you do with your grandies. They came back exhausted and touchy, as you do when you have that much fun. And they made this clear to us on the motorway, stuck in traffic, at the top of their lungs.

You know the refrain; He’s LOOKING at me! He hit me! Because he was LOOKING at me! He’s looking out MY WINDOW! MUM HE’S LOOKING OUT MY WINDOW! The GD had hit the wall of course – this happened when we were visiting my Nana at the nursing home and I turned to see him in the foetal position on the floor. Which left me to deal with the carnage in the back seat. I turned the stereo up so I couldn’t hear them and lowered my foot. WE ARE NOT GOING TO THE BEACH NOW! I may have shouted at some point. STOP LOOKING AT YOUR FUCKING BROTHER! may also have come out of my mouth – but I will deny it if anyone asks. It’s a shame it’s illegal to drink wine while you drive. I think that there’s an argument for it. Maybe a special permit for mothers?

And then all of a sudden I found my zen; and the constant repetition of complaint and outrage in the back seat simply became another pattern in the white noise that was The Muttonbirds top volume and the GD snoring next to me.

Once home I made a delicious ‘summer chicken casserole’ and kumara mash for dinner care of IQS, and got prepped for the week. Now I am writing this and ignoring my children ‘playing trivial pursuit’ in front of me – Mostly this consists of Master 7 reading an answer of the back of the card and directing the nearest adult to read the question to him so he can be right, while Master 4 picks up all the of the cards and drops them in a dramatic heap on the ground. Over and Over again.

Ignore. Ignore. Ignore.

I am tired, but tired happy. I got to go out TWICE this weekend and spent time with lovely friends and family. The grumpy Dutchman just took the rubbish out and declared dinner delicious so I might consider forgiving him for leaving me to ‘eat breakfast’ alone. Everything is how it should be – even the lads, if they weren’t trying to kill each other they wouldn’t be my lads.

I thought Mollycat was missing because she didn’t come last night and then wasn’t here this morning. I was very worried about my girl – she NEVER misses a meal – she is very like her mother. But luckily when I came home after work and called her the neighbour heard her stuck in the garage and we let her out quicksmart. She was starving poor girl and thirsty. After our initial cuddle she is fine. And now she is sitting on the couch refusing to acknowledge me and purring to herself. Back to normal. Phew.

Today has been weird – it’s like because IQS says this is the week I give up fruit all together I want it more – even though I wasn’t eating much of it at all because it’s all mostly no-go for me. But I am missing smoothies. I had poached eggs and bacon this morning which I know sounds sweet but it’s too hot for cooked brekkies you know?

Our office at work is bloody hot, and no aircon, I am melting…. It’s 9.40pm and I am still overheated…. I need a spa or a pool. And a pool boy…. To take care of the pool of course!

So today I am mainly grumpy, hungry for stuff I can’t have so eating out of boredom, mean to the boys because I had to get the oldest childs school books all covered in duraseal for his first day tomorrow. Duraseal sucks sweaty balls. But I have my technique down now – you need a ruler. Now I have a crick in my neck and it’s way past my bedtime – boot camp in the morning!

The I Quit Sugar dinner for tonight was great! Coconut cream and Tumeric chicken, Kale and Coriander Quinoa – YUM and the kids ate it!

Bootcamp in the rain today – new location so we were nice and dry – fun times!

More quality time with my Grandies. Nana has been moved to a Nursing home and although she isn’t happy it means she is in the same town as me so I can take her bacon sandwiches and visit Grandad next door in his place.

The sun is rising later – I like to start the day in the dark – it’s nice to watch it rise, sets me up for the day.

School is getting started – looking forward to seeing the girls in my cohort.

Summer fruit.

Hot days.

Summer rain – cools the night down just perfectly.

I know I complain – but school holiday hangs with the lads have been lovely.

A new Niece! I might get to cuddle her soon.

A new dress.

And some new jewellery….

A week in Christchurch without the family to just read books and hang out with my sister – bliss – I could have stayed longer!

Getting my car fixed so it didn’t look quite so derelict.

Alcohol free = clear head in the mornings.

Swollen and sore tummy SO rare that I actually notice it as unusual.

Waiheke Headlands Sculpture trail – Heat, Walking AND Art.

Laneways 2015. People watching heaven.

A friend’s wedding to look forward to ❤

Molly in the bed purring in my side.

Master 7 going to work with the Grumpy Dutchman and earning his keep painting with his dad and Opa, so proud of himself.

First swim of the season.

Friends being so supportive and accommodating of all of my ‘special needs’. I seriously and genuinely appreciate the lengths people have gone to.

The acquisition of a new sculpture from an artist friend.

New shoes. Shoes in general.

Small boy cuddles.

Small boy kisses.

Quality time with my sexy man.

Yoga 3 times a week. I’m getting there slowly…

Breakfast dates with my grrls.

My wonderful friends and family.

Phew! got a little hard in the middle there 🙂 31 turns out to be a lot.